My GVNG Lyrics

Back, said I'm bringing it back

Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back

What you did's all like swinging a bat

Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back

Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back

Back, back, said I'm bringing it back

Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back

What you did's all like swinging a bat

Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back

Yes, I've been back at it, back at it

On the streets, it's like a bad habit

I ain't using like a crack at it

I'll soon be taking crack at it

I'm back at it, I'm back at it

These damn niggas, they can't have it

I'm speaking truth like an old man

So my soul rhyming for these old bastards

With my gang, we popping off the big skank

Can't hoppin' off of my lane

I know these bars I got, I earn my fame

Cuz I'm fucking the track, I get tucked like a man

When I ride a tight tire and I leave your race flat

Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack

And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back

Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack

And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back

Woo

Fuckin' with my gang

We poppin' off the big skank

Back at it, I'm back at it

Sometimes I spit this sporadic

Sometimes I spit it so slow

But sometimes faster, double time master

It's a disaster when I get plagiarized

I talk to you, girl, like Mr. Bombastic

High mathematics, like Mr. Fantastic

I'll trick somebody like Mr. Go-Gadget

When did I get so savage

Twenty-three years in a fucked-up planet

They have it and I can't stand it

Might disappear like a plane that never landed

Fake rappers, lack talent

Puddle tip like a black talent

Don't play games like a gammon

I'll slap a bitch back, girl

Fuckin' with my gang

We poppin' off the big skank

Get hoppin' off of my lane

I know these bars I got, I earn my fame

Cuz I'm fuckin' the track

I attack like a mack when I write a tat-tat

And I leave your bitch flat

Y'all can't react to my smoke when you're packin

Just sit back, relax, sit back, relax, relax, relax

No G-Soul in your school era

Bet you heard that one

Truth be told, I'ma cause hysteria

So you better run faster

Sometimes I just wanna digress

And reflect on my progress

Other times I'm depressed

I confess, but it's part of the process

Going back, back to the days of the boom boom bop

With a snapback and a back full of raps

Back in the day when we used to bank cash

In the stash in the back of the one-room flat

Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill

Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer

Keep it real, I'm a serial killer